Black crow flying circles
staring down at me
Crowned king of evil by some
to others a circus act.
Black crow outside my window
cawing for his lover.
“Come make eggs with me,”
He says as he sits
on a limestone clinic
“Come shoot the butcher of Baghdad,
Have abortions will travel,
Shoot him eye for an eye.”
The black crow’s chest is pumped
ready to laugh at the man with a gun
sipping tea with sisters wearing
Swastikas and sickles.
Rodeo clowns with broomsticks up their ass
Where’s my old friend Martin?
Fly to Selma black crow
and don’t let the black man rise
keep him down
Crunch his head like a soft melon
with black boots shined with spit
wading in the Mississippi mud
waiting for a flower’s bud,
his orange hair feathered like a bird
ready to kill.